Such a satiating read with all its suspension and attention to detail. The character of Blue Beard emerging as quite a few men who've been pulled down the pedestal after their dark private lives have been exposed. This one is obviously taken dark to another level, but the story as it stands now, could be a perfect metaphor for discovering a man's secret past of abusing women and then bringing them to justice. Very contemporary.Lori wrote: ↑Thu Mar 18, 2021 9:42 amGuess what? I didn't want to do this assignment either. LOL!!
Too funny!
One thing we have learnt from this course is that Lori might drag her little feet at times at given clearly defined writing tasks, but she just needs to sit down and get on with it... and writing will flow and be pleasurable. Every. Time.
The rewritten story:
She fell against the door, closing her eyes and catching her breath. Was he really capable of such horror? Why had he nearly forced her hand to turn the key and grasp the latch, knowing what she would discover?
The plain pasty face. Those beady eyes layers and layers behind the thick glass watching her every move. Her brain rejected this blunt end. Wasn’t he a grand philanthropist? Didn’t he strive to solve insurmountable global problems with his fortunes and time? The hero’s heart, they said, and the jet-set playground would in time compensate for the affront to the senses. She shuddered recalling his sweaty red thistle head burrowing against her beating heart and those clumsy hands on her young skin – the same hands that showed no mercy as they ended her delicate and beautiful predecessors. These brides who were bid a mean adieu lay scattered before her now in varying degrees of miserable decay.
Is this the heavy price I pay for my insatiable spirit? Truly, the gilded cage in which I’ve lain has been a trap from the words “I do.”
Now, the sister to a very insatiable spirit is often a very crafty mind. Bolstering her resolve and holding her nose, she carefully fashioned a pile from a faded dress here and a sweater there, and finally topped it all with her own brightly-flowered shawl fluffing and arranging until it seemed to the naked eye to be her pitiful body prostrate on the floor, her back to the open door. Surely his weak eyes would not register this deception.
She then stepped gingerly out of the dark chamber and slipped into the shadows just outside the door, hearing above her the footfall of her gruesome groom. Such a pitiful wailing did she emit, crying as if her heart had broken and her mind had found flight. Down the winding stairs quietly slithered her murderous mate, his pale face alive with macabre anticipation and a glint of sharp silver in his hand. He silently rushed past her hiding place into the dankness beyond the entry, intent to sever her spine and pierce her heart. So rapt was he on his malicious mission, he nary heard the door behind him shut and the beguiling key turn the bolt.
And of course she does it all alone with no help from the cavalry, and not even the sister. (Clever word play on the original story to say "a sister to a very insatiable spirit".
The description of the horror of reliving intimate moments with someone who's just been revealed to be a monster, was so chilling!